Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma keep ballin', keep on
To my niggas and my bitches down on me
I y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs we ballin' out
Y'all y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

Versace down my head to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, some respect
All these on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old
Fly over seven different time
I got a big bitch up in Trump zone
Got emergency blunts I come home
Cause rapper weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
Just every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the
Riding through that Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony turn to Tony Stewart
Rap die over music

got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry niggas testifying in their music
I seen niggas last five minutes they lose it
the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum nigga in the penitentiary goin' it
Put on the prison yard, started getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven
That's the number they gave me when I arrived
just another form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas locked up just to survive, I know why

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my and my bitches looking down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm
You know I got to keep
Till the FEDs come we out
Y'all niggas y'all what this about when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we callin'

I'm yelling money over bitches, over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, every
Every brick, every whip, kicks with designer
I used to hustle taxes, whose child I can
all my mama's bills so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like loose
Kobe in the clutch, ballin' with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt ain't got a
out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so hoes know I came

on these hoes all the time
You got your kids, don't need
Word to my favorite design, my mama me to shine
These play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top five alive, I've picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too hard to argue
my records like, "where's my target at?"
Came through stereo, feel me charging back
I'm gon' need 15 for that
Stage in the garden, hear they all go black
in the armor, this reach further than rap
Before we react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down nobody standing
Won't show no for your army

God calls for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs we ballin' out
niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin',
You know I got to ballin'
Till the FEDs we ballin' out
Y'all niggas know what this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin' we callin'